The Pot Songtext
von Eto

The missing link to the Cuban
He keep his nose in the biz, won′t get to blink with a shoe in
It's cold, leave him fold, or spill a drink where he coolin′
The ones who meant most went ghost, I keep it movin', ayo

That's your hot knife cuttin′ through butter
You either gettin′ shot or you shootin', one or the other

Yo, pops attempted but my mama meant it

Had to ball hard fresh out the locker entrance
You gotta drown first, let that sink
′Cause when you win, it smells good, the get back stinks
You see, I got a warm shot, my heart jet black pink

Similar to the killer who just left that clink
For a short period only, it's serious, homie, I lick a shot first
Them stingy niggas′ll lick the pot first
Come to think, my dog only threw me a bone
While I'd rather hang with my lady, watch movies at home
Comfy as fuck, I would hate to bloody the Chucks
I just got ′em, and right now they scuff-free and plush, fuck


Serious as a heart attack
They ain't fuck with him, now here he is in the almanac
Huh, guess it ain't over until my coffin cracks
But it went Ray Liotta, Goodfellas talkin′ back
Tampered with, took his nose out, then he put his hands in it
Huh, my men can′t be closer, I put my all in that
So do they, you don't know me, I never sold you yay
No such thing as your old school way
′Cause when the coach you praise leaves the oath you saved
His comfortability dies, now it's really a ride, ha

Now tell me, who hands in the pot? (In the pot)
The sly wolf′ll dance on the fox (Dance on the fox)

But the fox'll stay sly (Stay sly, nigga)
And the wolf gon′ cry (Yo, yo, huh)
Who hands in the pot? (In the pot)
Yeah, yeah, who hands in the pot? (Nigga, huh, yeah)
Who hands in the, yo, yo

Yeah, I'm a fuckin' alchemist
Woo, hahaha, new crack era
Hell′s Roof
Shamas, Roc America
Yeah, uh